Translation of +++! from Italian to English
(Call these brothers my guys)
(Know that they fly)
(Now that they ride or die)
(I keep waving by my side)
(CJ AC, never gon' roll with ice)
(Ah, but this is Sala)
(Call these brothers my guys)
Okay, yeah, look
Gabbana for sure, for sheesh, yeah
(CJ AC, never gon' roll with ice)
The more I sing, the more I work, and the more we increase the rate
Even if this art has no price
Careful, what I tell you is worth a lot
A true cholo recognizes the lexicon
Mississippi, Colorado
The most sincere applause starts when I rap (bravo)
On time, tango, like an Italian
After I play, I leave
Good morning, Gabbana, comment ça va?
Sorry for my French, but I don't speak French
She clings to my dick, she loves it
I'm like other rappers with more style and more moves
American from head to toe, I pedal in the Vuelta
Stacks of euros I spend in the Big Apple
We don't talk with a "bleah-blah" that responds, "Blah"
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, I fill the agenda
She wants the du-du-du from me, I bring her the du-du-du
I enter her bu-bu-bu and then I never leave
Outside I give, shdu-du-dup, I run with the whole crew
High in the studio, we're not in High School Musical
The more I sing, the more my rate grows
The more I grow, the more we set the price (let's go)
Italian like Raimondo Vianello
To whom much is given, much more will be required (Italian, Italian)
Okay, we're five in a Tipo, looks like a Gran Torino (yeah)
Who is true knows I do a smoke (let's go)
No cap, I'm in the studio, not around
In my cooler bag, I have water that I give at my shows
Neither Crip nor Blood
Purple like the Ballas who have been following me for a while
Like yin and yang, like Tip and Tap
Whether it's drill or trap, I spread culture non-stop
The more I sing, the more I work, and the more we increase the rate
Even if this art has no price
Careful, what I tell you is worth a lot
A true cholo recognizes the lexicon
Mississippi, Colorado
The most sincere applause starts when I rap (bravo)
On time, tango, like an Italian
After I play, I leave
I don't say things already said, I get bored by those who repeat
I take a hectogram of ham and then I slice it
I only drink Cultura water, so bring it to drink
I add so much salt that it increases the sense of thirst
I read, read it
I've always believed in it
I don't shop at Gucci, at most I go to Decathlon (damn)
Kalenji shoes so I beat them on time (hey, oh)
We work (uh, uh) like Stakhanov (eh)
Record ready, I'm in the delivery room (sheesh)
So give gas or I won't cut the cord (uh)
Grabbing all the harvest we've sweated for
Now the more I sing, the more we increase the rate
I think of making another, then another, then another
The more I sing, the more I work, and the more we increase the rate
Even if this art has no price
Careful, what I tell you is worth a lot
A true cholo recognizes the lexicon
Mississippi, Colorado
The most sincere applause starts when I rap (bravo)
On time, tango, like an Italian
After I play, I leave
Ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah-ah (uh, uh), ah-ah
Gacha and Sala
Gacha and Sala
Okay, yeah
She wants us to stay the same, a'ight
Since we are the freshest
Problems are not problems
Since I wear Burberry
Sala and Gacha like Metro Boomin (Boomin) and 21 Savage
We bring what wasn't there
Bread and Nutella, we are the perfect recipe
Equal to the great beauty
She wants us to stay the same, a'ight
Since we are the freshest
Problems are not problems
Since I wear Burberry
Gacha and Sala
Gacha and Sala